Winters Coming [[ I must go ]]

Whats there to do now?
The air is becoming cold,
The leaves upon the trees,
Turning red, orange and gold.

See the sun setting warmly
Through the misty mountains,
Rainbows appear in the sky,
Rain on and off like fountains.

Feel the summer sun
Slowly fade away,
As it steadily becomes winter,
With each passing Autumn day.

Leaves fall on the ground
Making blankets of color everywhere,
Smell the smell of Autumn,
In the lingering summer air.

Whats there to do now?
The air is becoming cold,
The leaves upon the trees,
Turning red, orange and gold.

Winter is coming,
With soft, white snow,
So I'm afraid I must leave
It's time for summer to go..